Seeing Colorblind live felt like stepping into the heart of their evolving identity. A post-hardcore four-piece band from Austin, Texas, who originally started in 2017 as The Night Of before reemerging in 2018 with a new name and Travis Moseley on vocals, the group has forever been a question of keeping ferocity and emotional vulnerability in check. They leaned into that duality live — descending into heavy guitar breakdowns and then rising into atmospherics. When they played newer tracks like “Car Crash” or “Letdown,” it felt like witnessing a band unafraid to lean into the raw edges of their sound. The crowd’s energy peaked during the soaring choruses, voices carrying through the venue in a shared exhale. It wasn’t about performance — it was a glimpse for fleeting moments of where Colorblind has come from, where they’re going now, and how deep that trip affects people in the room.

From the moment Dark Divine’s intro hit, the stage felt like stepping through a haunted velvet curtain—dark, charged, and theatrically alive. Formed in Orlando in 2021, the group has made a name for themselves already, not just for their heavy melodic style, but for going totally overboard on horror imagery with each live performance. Vocalist Anthony Martinez and guitarist Robby Lynch have explained that the makeup and characters of theater were in the band’s DNA from day one—Robbie’s skeleton-clinging appearance, in particular, led the rest of the group to do the same. On stage, Martinez’s face is half ghostly canvas, half living picture—acrylic strokes, shadowy darkness, UV glow—and his pose becomes something regal, sinister, and alien. The lighting, the stage setup, and how they let each song unfold visually seemed deliberate, meant to pull the audience deeper into the universe they’ve created on songs like “Burn the Witch” or “Cold.”

Miss May I were an absolute force of nature that night — the kind of band that it’s physically impossible for anyone in the crowd to stand still. As soon as frontman Levi Benton emerged onto the stage, he never ceased moving — jumping, pacing, screaming in people’s faces, never even standing still once. Their aggressive set let loose moshpits and circle pits that surged like waves, inundating the venue floor with a kinetic battlefield. It was Benton’s relentless presence — sweat, grit, raw vocal delivery, and all — that set the show beyond technically solid performances. The rest of the band rode the energy on that, playing every riff and breakdown harder, tighter, and faster. By the time they closed, it felt like we’d all been caught in their whirlwind — exhilarated, spent, and entirely electrified.

When Blessthefall took over as the night’s headliner, they didn’t just close the show—they owned it. The Phoenix metalcore veterans delivered a set brimming with theatrical intensity and emotional might. With Beau Bokan at the mic, the ferocity was unremitting—screaming, soaring clean vocals, and raw delivery spilling out without respite. Every song felt charged with tension, whether it plunged into familiar anthems or previewed new tracks off their latest album Gallows. The chemistry of the set, honed through years, was evident: tight riffs, pounding drums, and driving breakdowns pushed the speed into overdrive. The lighting and production set them up like warriors in the limelight—no lulls or filler, just pedal-to-the-metal intensity. By the final blast of noise, it was no longer a concert, but a statement: Blessthefall still possess the ability to command an audience, and they closed out the night with all of their might.

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